The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-06-23
A Trial Of Faith.

''What / consider the essential ele-
ment Of happiness in any love affair is
the supreme faith and perfect trust of
the one in the other" said the Heroine,
in a voice THAT in a moderately pretty
girl would have seemed authoritative,
but not in a splendid creature as tall
md stately as Tennyson's Maud, with
red-brown hair, dark violet eyes and a
mouth shaped like Cupid's bow. mo
matter what appearances are against
him; no matter if time or distance or
malicious tongues seem to separate,
the woman should trust. Since I have
become engaged"
Engaged to what, Florencep" asked
Jacks sister, with her irreverent
giggle. But what could you expect of
a little understood creature. with a
.turned-up nose and a pair of green
eyes that look a inquisitive as amp?
''When / think that you and Jack are
really to be married it does seem too
ridiculous, he has just gone into the
Senior at Yale and you out of school
last June. And then such a lot of
sweethcarts Us he has had! There were
Emily Hazen and Marie De Brese and
last year Professor Peters's daughter,
the youngest one, with the big black
eyes, that giggled. And to hear you.
the veriest spitfire in school when you
got jealous, talking about love and
trust and faith! Now. my lady, don't
got vexed; it all 'badinage and persi-
hage,' as the woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle
of love"
II am eighteen years of age, Susie
Lane, and your brother is, ali, twenty
one; we are neither of us children; and.
besides, Tn not going to have you
making fun Of merthis way, and ridlcul
ing everything. I shall never tell you
anything again as long as / live. ]
thought you sympathized-'
''Oh, Florence, don't cry" cried the
scofer. melted and distressed in turn.
do let's sit down on this log and tell
us alIabout it. BERTHE is dying to hear.
and has been pinching me black and
blue ever sine we started. Don't
mind me; you know that BERTHE and
are nothing but miserable schoolgirls
in scrubby clothes, and know nothing
but chemistry and moral and mental
philosophy, and French and Germ an
and the sciences, and English litera-
ture and art; don't. ,be bashful before
usp"" ~ r. ~ b.
.'Oh, hush, Sue" cried BERTHE; 1--WE
are tired of you and your nonsense.
want to have a real sensible, senti.
mental time. Lots, sit right here,
wish I had my sketch book. How
deep the wood is, and how soft the
shadows, and that bank Of ferns and
the great boulder covered with lichens
Seet the waterfall yonder,. and that
half-charred log. All! this is the very
forest Of Arden. Come, dear, tell us
all about. i"
! <ssWelIn' said the Heroine, cit hap
pened at this very spot, yesterday af-
iernoon, just before he left on the z P.
M, train. Indeed, / just can't. tell the
very words, girls, because it's kind Of
sacred; but he vowed he never cared
one straw for Emily Hazen OF Marie
De Brese, and us for that Peters girl,
he positively seorned Shcr. i looked
very uninterested and dignitied, and
said ! really didn't know why he should
make me his %contidant, though / was
Sues fl end and staying in his house
and all that. and he plumpedsright uI
and down there where yon areyittiflg,
BERTHE, and kissed my hand and told
Memo. / inst wont; but he talked
peEfcetly beautifully about trust ant
faith, aud how I must believe in him.
even though he were far, far away a
Yale, and | hercin Pennsylvania. Ant
he said we must RENE mber we wer,
togethersin heart, though the hills lii
between = sssss
st.He got that out Of my scrap book ;
said Sue conscientiously. But it came
in ver.y we'll. Jack is a very tidy boy,
and I really believe he is in love this
time, and Hope you will trust him
Florence. Lets 90 home and get int
his top drawer. and tuln out the memen
toes Of the past. Do you know tina
ytlle other day + stepped in while 80,
aud he were discussing constancy OF
the yeranda,. and I found twenty differ
sent locks. Of hair in one corner Of Til,
bureau. every. color. Of the rainbow
except gray, and all mixed up, SO tina
they looked like Joseph's coat or RAJ
carpet,s
Dom mind Sue. Fioris DEAR sal,
little Bert;e. comfortingly. Il say
them, md there wasn't 4 strand Of rcd
auburn Imeah,t in .the.lot. :.
II do not mind either Of you,'' Sal
Miss Maxwell, with dignity. II low
and-I trust.
Sue! where is Suep''s called, lMss
Lane one morning about three week
after this conversation. Come int
the library, your papa wishes TO SCI
you,
wonder what mamma wantsp'
said Sue, putting down her linen doilie
on which she was working u Rosin
Emlnet ten party. when they 90 Int
sstbe library, and shut the door, and cal
ne. something has happened To Jack
Ryethe-NraY. you haven't had q htte
tor week, have yon. Florencep
Not Tor two weeks, said Eloreilc,
bravelY, though the telltale color dye
ctheetk Tor ansinsfant with crirlso
dom lieY6. Ri "A
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